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Annie Thermitus

Ms Lonely… IS it me or is that the way my life should be? Am I born to always be sad, feeling like that is my destination, my voice? Im here in this room on my own; the only company I have is a radio playing my funeral. Don’t know why Im feeling so empty… Feeling so lonely, Im in a house, it’s just like Im homeless… Lonely like a rock in the sun… Ms Lonely…. Deserve better than this, but I know I will forget about all this on time. Where are those who used to say I love you? Those who said I’ll be there? Why they have to be such liars… Am I too late? Or were you in advance? Ms Lonely…. MY life is like a nightmare, a sorrow. That hurts so bad when you know you are all alone. Emptiness is a part of life. That is not complaining but lament. But no need for that they don’t have ears… don’t have eyes… heart? mmmmmmmmmmh!!!!!! No need for that… I have my room, my walls. I’ll cry to them, talk to them, because they better than them… people. I will be maybe always alone